Dr. Weird had just implanted the fourth neural implant in the unfortunate individual strapped to the table. When Steve rang out from the ceiling, “Dr. Weird, sir it seems like Dark Coyote finished the training course you set up for him.”

“What already that was fast,” said Dr. Weird as he scratched his temple with the dull side of the scalpel. “Did we get any decent data from him?”

“We did sir, not as much as you would have liked but I did manage to gage his physical abilities.”

“Hmmm, give him the wrist and ankle cuffs and send him to the hanger with the others. He can join them on the outing. Hopefully they will all demonstrate more of their abilities for me.” Dr. Weird said as he examined the scalpel then throwing it at the nearby wall like a dart.

“Right away sir.”

Dr. Weird pulled out a new scalpel and was about to implant the next neural implant. The process required a lot of focus and attention. As he did, he noticed whenever he blinked he vision began to cut out briefly and showed blurred images. He just thought he was working too hard. Pausing to take a short break he took the brain stained glove off his hand and began rubbing his eyes. When he opened his eyes he was not looking in his lab but a control console of one of his planes. He tried moving his hands or turning his head but couldn’t he also noticed he could not see everything around him. This was not making any sense to Dr. Weird he had no idea what was going on. It was then he managed to catch a reflection of himself in the console. The face he saw belonged to Twisted Fate, who had taken off to towards Korea to finds some leads that benefit their work. Right there he realized what was going on, he wasn’t scying Twisted Fate. This was a NEW power; Dr. Weird had just gained the ability to Sight Share. Blinking again he returned back to his eyes and the exposed brain before him.

Dr. Weird then just started laughing to himself. His own growth was progressing even better than he hoped. He may not have the strength to fit. But who needs it when you legions of robots to command and eyes like his. ________________________________________________________________________________

Ike snickered at the site of Kyle shuddering, falling to the ground feeling his way around. The show brought about a thirst to Ike. Unfortunately booze was all Ike had and drinking this only made Ike more thirsty. Water........water would be nice........Ike raised the bottle of booze to his lips.......water.......the cool liquid entered his mouth......water........a crisp, clean flavor ..................?What the fuck?!Ike pulled the bottle away and poured a little onto the floor. Water? He took another drink."It really was changed," Ike grinned. Interesting............

There was a sudden whoosh, followed by Rixil’s surroundings spiraling to a pinpoint before slipping out of existence. He and his belongings remain intact during this experience. Surprisingly, they continued to keep shape as the void swallowed the young Korulian, tossing his body about suddenly, threatening to tear his bag from him. Tightening his grip on the dimensional orb and afraid to open his eyes still, the adolescent was thrown to and fro on a roller coaster ride of dimensional proportion. Air in his chest felt stale, the forces about him preventing his regular breathing somehow. It began to sting, and Rixil wondered if he might suffocate and show up dead beneath the feet of his hero.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, he was suddenly pulled out of the pitch, his back hitting solid ground before the rest of his senses could tell him where he was. His eyelids were heavy yet, like had had been in deep sleep. Nonetheless, his other organs took in his current environment. Humidity hung on his skin and he could ‘hear’ voices near him. Weight began to disappear as the planet’s gravity kicked in, his dark pupils able to escape as did the old Korulian atmosphere inside of him that had been itching to be replaced. A breath of fresh air and a ceiling that didn’t look terribly familiar were the first greetings he received from planet Earth.

Suddenly, between Epoch and Quantum, a force could be felt. It seemed like a heatwave pulsing with immense gravity. It was strong, but not too strong to resist. Three images began glowing. Two glyph-like items and a small sphere. Around the glyphs appeared a strange blond figure, fading into existence. Who could have penetrated the NSS so swiftly?

Epoch was taken aback. The figure wore strange clothes and was barefoot, with clawed toes! It even bore a tail. With more curiosity than fright, Epoch asked quickly, "What are you?"

It could be seen that Quantum and Aquilo, and perhaps Horace too, were equally awestruck.

Suddenly aware of his vulnerable state as people moved towards and away from him, Rixil pounced up off the floor, quick to orient himself to the now parallel floor. Dark eyes darted hither and thither, noting a handful of humans and a large container of water housing a giant squid. His empty belly gave a rumble.

“Do not be alarmed. I mean no harm.” rhymed the Korulian, placing the orb in his satchel before splaying his hands out to ease the startled group. Glancing down, he noted his clawed hands, realizing why the humans were undoubtedly upset. He had completely neglected the fact that his physical differences might cause distress. The least he could have done was create the illusion of normal finger nails and white, human-like eyeballs.

Rixil attempts to quickly use Cast Illusion to make the blacks of his eyes white : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 4

Rixil attempts to quickly use Cast Illusion to make his nails (toes and fingers) appear human : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 7

Either way, the dialogue continues.

Mentally cursing at himself for not being better prepared, he continued. “You may call me Rixil.” were his first words beyond his heed. From there, he was unsure as to where he should go. In his flustered mind, it made the most sense to make his devices known. “I am here to speak with Epoch.”

Akvo successfully made a layer of ice armor. He imagined to himself that that must have looked rather intimidating. He tried not to smile with smugness. The lizard creature made a change just as quickly as he did. It now resembled a male, albeit a semi androgynous one.

I know what I saw though…

"I don't care if you're here to kiss that squid! Get up against the wall and put your hands in the air, unless you want an icicle through your throat!" Akvo shouted while raising his hand in the direction of the once lizard man.

Quantum stepped forward, yet still behind Akvo.

"No need to be so brash.. Aquilo… perhaps-" Quantum started.

"No, keep back for your own safety. We don't know anything about this thing." Akvo said without removing his eyes from the lizard man. "Once again, put your hands in the air or I will put you on the ground."______________________________________________________________________________SkillsShoot Sharp Icicles [Master] - -/-Make Shields of Ice for Protection [Alpha] - 18/20Shoot Freeze Beams [Master] - -/-Create Armor Out of Ice [Alpha] - 2/20Snow Manipulation [Novice] - 3/10

Disregarding Aquilo's defensive advance, Epoch was in awe at the calling. He repeated, "Who are you?" With pure wonder, "Where are you from, why have you sought me out?"

He could get attacked but Epoch stepped toward the being. It shifted from a frightening reptilian form into a more placid, human, form. Was it a man, or a woman, Epoch couldn't tell. Could the lizard-like appearance have been an illusion, Epoch thought. He waited for a reply from the interloper.

Rixil was, at the very least, grateful that he had years of English under his belt, so to speak. He knew of a few Korulians that would already be unpleasantly penetrated through the neck by frigid daggers. However, it would have been equally nice to know more about the magical humans Epoch had in company.

To calm the icy man’s torrent of threats, the alien put his now human hands up in compliance. The thought of turning around though swiftly reminded him of his other extra-terrestrial feature: the tail.

Rixil attempts to quickly use Cast Illusion to make his tail disappear : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 8

Either way, the dialogue continues….

Shooting a sympathetic glance at Epoch for not answering his questions yet, Rixil spun away, about to make for the wall closest to him. His actions were mainly for compliance, as he surely wasn’t scared of the single human who meant to see harm fall upon him. But part of him reasoned with the other that in order to speak freely with his target, he was going to have to firstly find a better situation that did not involve icicles through the throat.

There was two seconds of opportunity before he made it fully to the wall. Becoming trapped wasn’t his style, and he would hate to show weakness to these beings he had just met. With a little rebellion and without a flinch, he silently made an attempt to use his magic whilst walking towards a worser fate.

Rixil attempts to sneakily use Cast Illusion to make himself disappear quickly : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 6

If the previous roll fails, Rixil again attempts to sneakily use Cast Illusion to make himself disappear quickly : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

And within a second, his entire being went transparent. He beamed (not that anyone could see it), completely pleased with himself and the success of his hurried efforts. Now, he was free to roam the room. Bounding quietly from where he once stood, the Korulian made for a small spot nestled up next to the tank with the squid. "I'm still heeere..." Rixil whispered in a sing-songy voice as he waltzed around the group.

Deciding to give the poor humans a chance to react, he stood perfectly still once in his new position, smiling and waiting to see their reactions.-----------

Dr. Weird opens his eyes and sees the scrap room before him. He smiles to himself, he was looking through Yilana’s eyes just as she had gone into her fire form. He happened to notice that she was wearing the gauntlet he had given her.

Perfect, he thought, I should be getting some excellent data form this.

He close his eyes and opened the again. Looking back in his lab at one of the model brains he had set up to help with the implants. It has writing, scribbles, and all sorts coloring on it directing what went where.

He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, “IT WORKS, EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Dr. Weird shouted.______________________________________________________________________________

Before he even opened his eyes Dr. Weird had a feeling it didn’t work.

When he did, he saw the same room. I didn’t work, Go figure he thought to himself.

“BLAST, Steve it does seem I will need to work on this a bit more. Pity I would have liked to use this new found ability to watch the upcoming conflict first person. Oh well, not going to stop me from trying anyway, who knows maybe it will work. Right Steve?”

Dark looked over everything that seemed interesting. He knew from experience that even the smallest thing could make a big difference so he checked everything. Steve was saying something, but he ignored it. Every little scrap of metal he checked to be of use, however everything he found was either to large to be carried, or to destroyed to be of any use.

After about 10 minutes of searching he finally acknowlegded Steve "Alright, what do you want?"

Steve answered with a question "Did you really have to destroy everything? These things arn't cheap."

Dark answered "Was everything programmed to stop right before they killed me?" Before Steve could answer Dark motioned to his wounds and said "Obviously not, so I killed them before they killed me."

Steve gave an audible sigh and said "Well, everything in here was in need of an upgrade. Anyway, on the table by the door you will find some wrist bands, or ankle braclets, as per your request."

Dark dropped onto all fours and crawled forward, and when he reached the table he asked "Do I need all of them or just 1?"

A sudden blare of intense music woke Nimo from his uneasy sleep. Looks like I fell asleep listening to music again. Without removing his ear buds, Nimo sat up and deftly donned his shoes and regular attire.

The Deluxe Motel seemed like the kind of place that only looked nice at one time of year: for 2 weeks before health inspections and 1 week afterwards. However, the rock-bottom prices were an opportunity Nimo could hardly pass up, even though he still had plenty of money in his bank account for at least another year of traveling. It never hurts to be thrifty... Oh wait he contradicted himself, as his cramped back muscles protested the less-than-adequate bedding they had rested on the night before.

Attempting to shake off the effects of his poor night's sleep, Nimo shuffled out into the main portion of the motel. Noting the absence of the manager, Nimo hefted his bag over his shoulder and took care to leave the key to his room on the reception table for the owner to pick up later.

It wasn't until Nimo had opened the door to the hotel that he discovered the reason for his host's absence. Traffic was halted all along the street that ran in front of the motel. Removing his ear buds, Nimo could now discern the sound of several sirens a few blocks down the road. Squinting against the sunlight, Nimo saw an unusual display to the east.

Several smoking piles of metal were situated along the length of the highway and the surrounding land, each with a small group of police and firemen clustered around the base. He could make out what appeared to be gigantic metal arms and leg-things in the tangled heaps, as well as blackened craters along the ground from what must have been minor explosions. Next to the main area of the wreckage were a few gigantic ice monoliths, puddles forming at their bases as they slowly melted in the early morning sun.

Nimo let out a long sigh and stepped back inside, closing the door behind him. He went to the ready coffee machine and flipped the switch for a quick brew. No decaf for me today; it looks like it's gonna be a long one.___________________________________________________________________________SkillsStop Velocity [Passive]Direction Manipulation [Alpha] - 0/20Super Speed [Novice] - 0/10

Epoch was now being coated in a very sticky snow. Aquilo was strange, he could make it snow in a hot and humid room.

"Maybe whoever it is will be more visible covered in snow, but, don't hurt him. If he's still here, who knows maybe whoever it is can teleport too." Epoch said, trying to listen to movement in the room.

Rixil stood completely still, pupils dilating as the syllable first fell from the frozen man’s lips. Snow was another thing he wasn’t accounting for, and maintaining his illusion through the flurries was now going to be more of a chore then before. The Korulian would have sighed, but the tension in the room seemed heavy enough without his burdened breath.

Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion to make the snow appear to fall in his position (keeping him invisible) : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 2

Despite the last roll’s success, Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion again to make the snow appear to fall in his position (keeping him invisible): 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 2

Despite the last roll’s success, Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion again to make the snow appear to fall in his position (keeping him invisible): 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 5

Each roll provides a longer period of time that his illusion can be maintained with the added complications of snow.

Holding his breath, the alien awaited the storm. Slowly, small bits of white fluff fell seemingly out of nowhere. Rixil looked down to his arm, and was met with not a single change in the rune set there. Right away, he could tell that the sticky, cold flakes of snow would be his demise. ”Sooner than expected….” he mumbled inwardly, angry at his inability to compensate for the small amount of precipitation.

Slowly raising his hands to the ceiling, Rixil let the cool, collective shavings of ice fall to his skin. Each individual masterpiece pleasantly melted soon after impact- his first snow, and a bittersweet defeat so soon in his operation.

The snow started caking on the head and shoulders of the intruder. He was pressed up against the glass of Horace's tank.

"I see you." Akvo said as he raised his hands in the direction of the intruder, who was obviously giving himself up.

Quantum pulled Akvo's hands down.

"Now Aquilo, while you so cleverly found him, it appears your particular brand of offense, should it miss, would cause considerable damage to Horace's tank. Could you imagine if all of that water, and Horace for that matter, came rushing out at us? I think we would all do well to very calmly listen to what this intruder has to say." Quantum said gently.

"Sir, I think you would do well to show yourself and maintain your surrender. We will hear you out and no harm will befall you while you remain placid." Quantum said addressing the floating snow in front of Horace's tank.______________________________________________________________________________SkillsShoot Sharp Icicles [Master] - -/-Make Shields of Ice for Protection [Alpha] - 18/20Shoot Freeze Beams [Master] - -/-Create Armor Out of Ice [Alpha] - 2/20Snow Manipulation [Novice] - 4/10

Three of his four blasts hit their mark. Bots 1-3 have small cracks in their backs from Skylar’s attack. The other five turn and notice Skylar and presume him to be the higher threat rather than the one that is currently backing from them with no weapon and having done no damage to them. The five uninjured bots head for Skylar. The three injured ones assess their injuries before pursuing Skylar as well, making a second line.

“Come get me junk heaps.” Skylar yells out from about 20 feet away. He turns to the giant robot pelvis again and takes three steps back. He needs to succeed on two to at least reach the ledge with his hands. He prepares himself mentally to jump.